In my last blog post, I told you I don’t have goals; I have priorities. While some think this is just an issue of semantics, I differ. Goals are an end. Once met, it’s over. For me to have goals means I must complete it. A goal can become so consuming for me, I lose
“As I read such admirable paths many take to set goals, define strategies using fancy programs, guides, forms, books and spreadsheets, the only thing that spreads is my confusion.” “Is anyone else just so weary of to-do lists?” “I find trying to keep to the goals and plans and organizing methods that we’re exhorted to
I’m full of joy. I mean full to overflowing. Oh, how I long to share my joy. But few would accept it. You see my joy has come in trials and tribulations. James, the brother of Jesus, wrote, Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that
January is over, so it doesn’t seem like the beginning of the year any longer. Why would I even be talking about a fresh start? It’s never too late; you can start fresh, make new resolutions any time. For many of us our resolutions have come, and gone. Each year on January 1, many of
Why? The human response when bad things happen – death, loss of job, disease, mental illness. Our inquiring minds go into hyper-drive seeking an explanation for the unexplainable.
About 18 months ago, our son began treatment for the first time since his diagnosis. In the beginning, he went to a psychologist because he had been ordered by the Marine Corp to do so. When he was discharged, he was no longer compelled to be in any kind of treatment, so he wasn’t. Saying